Episode 70 -Knight brother (not a taxi driver)

Mencius, a long-standing oriental scripture, has this phrase.

There is no difference between killing people with a knife and killing people with politics. It’s such a famous phrase that it was even used in the drama OST, so it’s one of the teachings that I have carved into the top 1000 monument of important teachings deep in my heart. I can’t tell you the detailed ranking, but I’ll tell you that I lost unfortunately in a competition with ‘If you eat more than 3 shrimp burgers, your stomach will become bloated.’ It was really a waste of defeat.

If I ever mention the showdown between these two geniuses, it’s because of the situation I’m in now. If a bastard who wants to kill me with a knife approaches me, it’s enough to kill me with magic. If there is a clumsy aristocrat who wants to kill me, it’s enough to kill him with magic, or use his personal network to kill him with greater power.

But the imperial family is different. Killer bastards who have reached their peak in killing people with knives are being treated as royal dogs under the name of knights, and as their skills in killing people with politics have reached their peak, they have reached a game that is close to that extreme. Even one of the gods is being pampered.

That means it’s not an easy opponent. I wanted to hit the Buddha’s teachings that revenge is meaningless and that resentment will not be resolved with resentment, so it will only be resolved when resentment is abandoned. In addition to hitting that teaching, I also wanted to put in the teaching of Jesus that if someone slaps you on the right cheek, turn the left cheek as well. While conveying the teachings of the two kings, what if we added the teachings of Confucius to avenge enemies with righteousness and repay virtue with virtue? Three generations of saints deny revenge, so will you affirm revenge on the subject of the imperial family?

If they try to disobey the will of the Three Great Saints, they will be punished.

“Master.”

While thinking about Heaven’s will, Airi suddenly spoke to me.

“Where are we going again?”

The only thing Lorsha prepared for the carriage was the Centipede Magic Tower. After that, I told her to go on her own, damn girl. So, in the end, I had to go to the person Melchior had contacted in advance and take the carriage again. It’s kind of cumbersome, I don’t know why it’s not a bus and I don’t know why they want to transfer.

“I’m going to see the older brother I know.”

“But my leg hurts…?”

Airi puffed out her cheeks to show her displeasure. I snapped my fingers and let the air out of that cheek. And just like that, he pulled Airi’s soft cheek.

“Ah yay yay!”

“Don’t you know how much this master hates cute acts?”

“But isn’t my aegyo special?”

“No, no.”

To be honest, I didn’t like walking either. It’s not that my feet hurt when I walk or anything like that. When I was growing up in a ‘facility’, the training to walk dozens of kilometers without water was like eating a meal.

The reason why walking was so bad was because of the gaze. The women I took with me were exceptional in appearance, apart from personality and intelligence. That’s why many men, especially the unlearned adventurers, were staring at it stickyly. In my mind, I wanted to crush it with Confucian punches, bible punches, or Buddhist scripture rider kicks. Or, I thought about simply killing it with wide-area lightning magic, but I decided to just quit. Even if it sucks, you can’t wield violence against people just by staring at them. If you accidentally hit a job or touch your body, then you and Confucius Consort will throw a full-fledged Confucian punch.

And there were not a few eyes on me. The store proprietress, the water fetcher, the bronze-skinned muscular man, the chattering grandmothers, the black-haired male adventurer with a long beard, the kind-looking lady, and the rather pretty female monk all stared at me insistently. there was. I feel like I’m getting some shit mixed up, but let’s move on. But maybe it was just my mood, but I felt like Airi and Glaceon were glaring at me and threatening me.

Anyway, ignoring most of the sticky gazes and the few fucking eyes, I started to see the carriage and people I was aiming for.

It was the crest of the shield and spear drawn on the wagon, and the crest of the Carben family that had served the imperial family for generations. And the silver-haired knight standing in front of him was Ricardo Carben, the current head of the Carben family and one of the great heroes. And he is one of the older brothers who care for Werner.

But nobles have family crests like that. Come to think of it, what kind of white lion was the coat of arms of the Winterheart family in Glaceon? But there is nothing to be afraid of. Although I am not from a noble family with a coat of arms, I am the chosen one who owns several coats of arms. I, the chosen one who inherited the coat of arms of courage, friendship, love, knowledge, innocence, sincerity, hope and light, need not be frightened by the coat of arms of that family.

I thought Ricardo would be wearing armor like he did in the game, but he was wearing a fairly comfortable outfit of a white shirt and black pants.

I thought of it because I was dressing up, but the original party male characters were dressed in swimsuits purchased as DLC, and the bastards taking screenshots of them and posting them were so fucked up. Back in the days of Pa-Tak, the cubs who posted images like that were very ambiguous. It’s enough to cut the grandma and grandpa’s decisive battle weapons, but they’re game images, so it’s ambiguous to cut them out, and even though they look like shit, they don’t exceed the standard. Back then, I hated them to the point of going to them and killing them, but now that I think about them, they are really… fucking bastards. I mean, when I faced the people in the swimsuit, I became 500 times as fucked up.

The person in question came up to me and asked for a handshake.

“You’ve grown a lot, Werner.”

“hahahaha… I’m not old enough to hear that I’m grown up.”

“Of course it’s surprising that you, who were still like a child when you were 17, turned into a full-fledged adult.”

“Have I always acted like an adult?”

“…At the festival, how old were you when you got into a fight for cutting in the line and beat 5 adult men and made them 32 weeks old?”

“…17 years old, no, that’s because those bastards are cutting in line and provoking them to attack if they have a complaint…”

“Do you know why my brother is doing this?”

“uh.”

You’re not losing a fucking word. In fact, wouldn’t Ricardo be a civil servant rather than a knight? Actually, it was a civil servant, but I wondered if it was a hybrid weapon equipped with excellent military power.

Camellia smiled and greeted Ricardo.

“See you again, Ricardo.”

“Yeah, nice to meet you, Camellia. I thought you’d follow them, but I’m a little surprised that you volunteered to take care of Werner.”

“No matter how surprising it is, will it be as surprising as the news of your marriage?”

“Because everyone was shocked and blacked out that you, who risked your life on principles, ignored arranged marriages and got married for love.”

Oh sure, Ricardo’s marriage was amazing. Ricardo, who valued the law, the imperial family, and family discipline, is marrying for love. Not even nobles, but ordinary flower shop ladies. There was a description that even a third-rate knight was surprised by a marriage that could only come out of a novel.

“My loyalty, order and principle are the same. But I have the right to do as I please with my marriage.”

“Yes, you are always like that.”

Ricardo turned his gaze and greeted Airi.

“Are you Airi? It’s awkward because all I saw when I was a kid who couldn’t even reach my knees. I’m Ricardo Carben, the Commander of the Imperial Knights, your father’s friend… and your teacher’s older brother.”

Airi responded with a cheerful smile as always.

“Yes, hello! I am Airi Ress! You are the embodiment of the chivalry that our master was talking about, right? It is nice to see the person you always praised like this!”

Actually, I never said anything like that, but Airi deliberately made up that story. Hearing the compliment, Ricardo gave me a thumbs up. As expected, Airi, you know how to save face for Master. After all, Airi is not stupid. Didn’t Ricardo’s liking for me go up because I made up words that I didn’t notice and didn’t notice? After all, it’s a child, what, and a disciple isn’t the best?

And when Ricardo saw Glaceon, he made a squealing sound and greeted her carefully.

“You must be Glaceon… You must have heard about me.”

“Yes, I have heard it from my father, so there is no need to introduce myself.”

The Carven family to which Ricardo belongs, and the Winterheart family to which Glaceon and Melissa Melchior belong. Now, the two families were enemies of Cheolcheon.

Ricardo’s father was the one who murdered Glaceon’s grandmother and grandfather. Although they are more like victims and perpetrators than enemies… An aristocratic society is a place where wrongdoers shout loudly.

It is common in all countries that grandmothers say that when they see their grandchildren they are thin and cook for them, but because of Ricardo’s family, Glaceon has not had such an experience. not even pity